Tuesday 19 March 2013

Destination Far A Way.

At times like these I wish I was bullet proof. And I feel as though my lungs are closing in on me. It's getting harder to make sense of everything. I still don't understand how we got here. The way the music takes away everything from me. I just want to let it all go. Keep spinning until my head goes numb. Stop the blood running through my veins, i think it would be a beautiful thing.

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